I listen to alot of music around the house. After I had Aidan, most of our music hours were consumed with children's music. He adored the Wiggles and Laurie Berkner. When we were not listening to the kiddie tunes, Aidan's tastes tended towards the more mellow, preferring the likes of Norah Jones. (He used to cooo over her songs as a baby.) Brennan liked any and all music. He could bust quite a groove to Dan Zanes and he would go crazy for a little Choo Choo Soul.
But of course, as it is always the way with the third child, Griffin was raised on my playlists, rather than his own. He wouldn't know Laurie Berkner if he fell on her, but he will pump his fist in the air with exuberant joy over the Killers. He likes anything with a hard, fast beat that allows him to bust a move around the family room. If music is on, he is bobbing his head, jumping in the air or twirling with abandon. But he also isn't shy about sharing his opinion about the music randomly selected from my ipod and will regularly demand I pass on Adele, Fiest or anything else that does not fit his rocker groove. If it's slow, soft or melodic, forget it. It just isn't Griffin's style.
My baby, the rocker. Let's just hope he doesn't try to transform his preschooler buddies into a band.
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